Gayle’s Story
I'm married to Matt, and I'm a petite little thing, and I don't cycle properly. We married later in life. I was 28. We started looking at adoption...
Shellie’s Story – Adoptee, Birth Mother
My story is the age-old tale of black and white, my mother being white, my father black. It goes back to the story of an older man with a younger...
The Power of Words
My Mother Didn’t Want Me. My Mother Couldn’t Keep Me. Sit with those two sentences. Feel the differences implied by their words. In one, you are...
Tina’s Story
My father was black. My biological mother was white. My adoptive family is all white. So, it wasn't like they could pretend I had been born from...
Mel’s Story – A Birth Father
I had left college in 1967, which turned out to be one of those things where I realized this is not where I'm supposed to be. I'm busy finding a...
The Things You Learn
The Salvation Army had made two attempts to reach my birth mother. They sent two letters, three months apart, one in April, not long after we had...
“I’m Abopted!”
That’s what I just might have said to you when I was about the age of three or four and just been introduced to you, “Hi, I’m abopted!”. With my...
The Adoption Paradox
A paradox means that you have seemingly opposite and dual realities. Adoptees are rescued, repaired, loved, rejected, celebrated, abandoned, made to...
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